Date: Tue, 26 Jul 2016 20:51:15 +0000 (UTC)
From: simon peter
Subject: The Pizza Boy Pepperoni Sandwiched
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The Pizza Boy: Pepperoni Sandwiched
By Simon Peter
They are not just cousins. Dave and Paul are also very close friends. They
have been to the same grade school all the way through high school. It is
natural-and frequent-that they would sleep over at each other's house. They
enjoy doing the same things: they both love soccer, both play the piano
well, both crave junk food, both are the same age, now 19 and planning to
join the same community college to major in graphic design.
Physically, however, they are quite different. Dave is tall, around 195cm
(6', 4"), quite slim at 62 kilograms (140lb), has dirty-blond hair which he
keeps long, blue eyes, and light facial and body hair.
His tall lanky figure does not give any indication of his sexual
endowment. His dick is just over 14 cm long (5.5 inches) when fully erect.
On the other hand, Paul is shorter at 175 cm (5' 7"), a bit stockier
weighing 65 kilograms (145 lbs). His hair is black and he wears it short,
marine style. He has black eyes and is moderately hairy. He sports a
beard-not too thick, but one that makes him look at least three years
older. He has chest hair, unlike Dave who is totally smooth. Most
importantly, Paul always comments to Dave, he has a 22-centimeter (8.5
inches) long dick. This has always been a wonder to Dave, as well as a
point of embarrassment.
Paul would refer to his cock size any chance he gets, reminding Dave of his
diminutive endowment!
Yes, of course the two boys have compared dick sizes. They are practically
brothers and they have been in situations where they have had the chance to
see each other naked. They masturbated together often, but they have not
gone further to the point of having any sexual contact with each
other. Besides, they are both virgin. They discuss college and how they
will have the opportunity to have lots of sex. In their little town, they
have not had the chance to get laid: everyone knows everyone else and the
girls keep their thighs tightly pressed. They have made out, of course, but
the farthest they got were a few hand jobs.
"Pete," Dave calls on his cell phone. "Come on over to my place tonight. We
will watch the Holland- Germany game together. Bring some soda, ok?"
"Ok, Dave," Pete agrees. "Do we need anything else?"
"No, just the soda. Mom and Dad are visiting our grand folks this
weekend. Dad left some money and we can order a pizza or something."
Pete has been having weird thoughts lately. About Dave. Sure, he and Dave
are very close. They like each other a lot. He loves spending time and
doing things together with his cousin. But recently, he's been having
strange feelings towards his cousin.
Around a month ago, they were both at the gym, doing some wrestling
exercises. They were both sweaty and heaving and panting. Suddenly Dave,
who was lighter but quite wired, had Pete pinned to the mat, lying on top
of him. Pete felt Dave's crotch press on his hip as Dave kept him pinned
down. To his surprise, and shock, he developed an erection. When Dave got
off of him, he gave in and rushed to the bathroom, hiding his erection as
best as he could. He masturbated and when he cummed after just a few
strokes, it was a huge load-the biggest he had ever had. What's more, it
was the feeling of Dave's crotch on his hip that had done it.
Pete is feeling disgusted with himself. He cannot understand why he should
get excited, sexually, about Dave. He is definitely not a homo. He
considers himself a stud and is looking forward to proving it with the
co-eds in college. But what has happened in the gym cannot be ignored. Dave
excites him.
He is so baffled and confused that he has no idea how to deal with his
feelings. He is attracted by Dave's naked smooth torso whenever they swim
together. True, he has a much bigger dick. So why has Dave's pressed crotch
excited him so much?
As he gets the soda and walks the short distance to his cousin's house,
Pete is fighting with his thoughts and feelings. He has noticed that those
feelings are turning to desire and are becoming more intense. After the
wrestling incident, he has often jerked off with Dave in his mind. Why
can't he think about the couple of chicks who have masturbated him to
ejaculation? Why is it that Dave's image is always taking over his
imagination as he strokes his monster cock and shoots his load?
"Hey," Pete says as he walks into Dave's living room. The television is on
and the game is scheduled to start in about ten minutes.
"Hey," Dave smiles, gets off the couch and takes the six-pack soda over to
the fridge. "We have chips and we can order pizza."
"Sounds good, buddy."
Now what about Dave? Does he have the same feelings about Pete? Dave thinks
of Pete as his idol, in many ways, especially the dick size. He can't
understand why his own penis is so small. But actually, when he jerks off,
it is not Pete that stands out in his imagination. It's Billy!
Dave has accepted the fact that he is attracted to guys. He has done some
internet research on homosexuality and he is well aware of his feelings. He
keeps all this to himself, it goes without saying.
Pete is his cousin, like a brother, but Billy is hot. He first met Billy at
the pizza place where Billy works as a waiter. He was struck by Billy's
muscular physique, his good looks, but mostly his bulge. Billy seemed to
have a very pronounced bulge in his tight jeans, outlining his dick.
Dave is almost certain that Billy either wears very loose boxers or no
underwear at all. Dave wants Billy.
The reason why he likes to order pizza from the place where Billy works is
that he hopes that Billy will do the delivery. It has never happened so
far. But Dave can hope.
"How come you always order pizza?" Pete asks as they settle next to each
other on the couch and Dave picks up the phone to place the order.
"Don't you like pizza?" Dave asks as he dials.
"I love pizza, man, but sometimes we can have something different."
Dave places the order anyway, two large pizzas with extra cheese and
pepperoni, but does not make any comment. Pete can feel the heat of Dave's
body next to him. His desire for his cousin is growing stronger each
day. Tonight he feels that he is about to explode. Dave is so close yet so
far. What can he do about this weird fucked-up situation? He feels what he
feels; nothing can be done about that.
His dick is semi-erect already. He really wants to try to have something
going with his cousin. Does he dare? Will he lose the best friend he has
ever had if he tries something on him, let alone a cousin?
It's Billy who delivers the pizza.
The game has already started and the Germans seem to be pressing hard on
the Dutch. A couple of times, the two boys jump with excitement as
near-goal German kicks almost hit the Dutch goal net.
Once Dave grabs Pete's thigh, holding his breath, his eyes glued to the
screen, as the Germans maneuver the field toward the Dutch goal. Pete
quivers at Dave's squeezing hand. He cock erects immediately,
uncomfortably. But Dave is so involved with the game that he doesn't notice
his cousin's different kind of excitement.
"Oh, hi, Billy," Dave says as he answers the doorbell.
What! Pete notices a different tone in Dave's voice. He knows his cousin so
well that he is sure there is something different about his greeting the
kid from the pizza place. Pizza, huh? He ponders. Pizza, indeed! Always
pizza, and always from the same place where this Billy works. Even the way
Dave holds the door open for Billy is sort of weird. Oh, boy! What is going
on here? Pete has totally forgotten the soccer game and is watching the
scene at the door.
"Let me get you the money," Dave croaks at Billy. He fumbles with his
wallet and hands Billy a 50-dollar bill.
"Oh, man," Billy groans. "Don't you have anything smaller? This is my last
delivery and I was planning on rushing home to catch what is left of the
soccer game."
"You into soccer?" Dave asks, too sweetly, Pete thinks. "Why don't you join
us? We're watching the game here also. You know my cousin, Pete, don't
you?"
"Yea. Hi Pete," Billy waves from the door. "Ah, I guess I can do that, if
you really don't mind, but I still cannot break the fifty dollars."
Pete takes out his wallet and comes up with a twenty, which covers the
pizzas with a two-dollar extra for a tip. "Here. This should do it." He
hands the money over to Billy, who has entered and is already looking at
the TV screen. He takes the bill absent-mindedly and shoves it into his
back pocket. Dave is still at the door, staring at Billy.
What the fuck! Dave is sweet on this guy, Pete thinks with growing
anxiousness. He turns to look at Billy more closely. Ok, the kid looks
hot. Pete notices Billy's bulge for the first time. Billy's dick is
outlined in his tight jeans. Fuck me, he thinks. Billy is hot!
Billy sits on the couch next to Pete as they watch the game. "I'm not much
into soccer itself," he says as Dave is fetching the soda, "but the players
are kinda hot," he adds matter-of-factly.
"Yea," Pete responds not sure what to make of this comment.
"You guys play soccer, too?" he inquires.
Dave's answer comes immediately: "Oh, yea. And we sure think of ourselves
as hot!"
The three laugh. When Billy sees the cokes in Dave's hand, he frowns and
says, "Come on, man. Don't tell me that you guys watch soccer games and eat
pizza and drink fucking sissy sodas! Where's the beer?"
"Oh," Dave answers. "My folks don't allow liquor in the house."
"And are your folks home now?" Billy asks with a smirk on his cute face.
"Well, no," Dave sounds apologetic.
"Then let's go get some beer. It'll take me ten minutes max." He rises, and
Pete watches with rising excitement the outlined dick inside Billy's jeans.
"I'll go with you," Dave says. "Pete? You don't mind, do you?"
Pete shakes his head.
"But Dave," Billy says as Dave follows him to the door. "I am using the
delivery bike."
"I can sit behind you, can't I?"
Billy considers this and finally nods his head. "I guess. But it's going to
be tight."
Pete notices the look of satisfaction and excitement on Dave's face.
"We'll be back before halftime," Dave says as they walk out of the door.
The two boys get on the bike. Yes, it is tight, not made for
passengers. Dave is shaking with excitement as he feels the heat from the
hunk he has been fancying, just millimeters away from him. He positions
himself behind Billy carefully. He already has an erection. Billy starts
the bike and they move off.
Instinctively, Dave places his hands on both sides of Billy's hips for
support.
"You gonna have to do better than," Billy shouts over the sound of the
machine. He pulls Dave's arms around his waist. "I wouldn't want you to
fall off."
Dave feels the body of the guy he has been lusting for since forever. He
tries to keep from pressing on Billy's back because of his erection. But
now with his arms around the guy, his crotch is at the guy's butt. He can't
help it. He closes his eyes and presses more, almost actually grinding. He
imagines Billy grinding back. Does he feel the hardness poking the top of
his butt? Can he notice the tightness of the arms wrapping around his
waist?
To Dave's utter shock, Billy's releases one handlebar and moves one of
Dave's hand down from his waist to his crotch. Fuck, oh, fuck! Billy's is
hard. Dave grabs and presses on the decidedly erected package. He almost
faints. But they are already there at the all-night store. Billy jumps of
the bike.
"Be back in a few. Beer's on me. But there are other things you will have
to take care of, Davey," Billy says, groping his crotch.
Dave knew he was going to faint!
Fifteen minutes later, Dave and Billy walk into the house carrying two
six-packs of beer. Billy tosses one can to Pete and opens another for
himself. Dave takes the rest and puts them in the fridge, walking back with
a beer for himself. Dave plops in the middle of the couch between Pete and
Billy. It's somewhat tight and their thighs touch. They sit back, gulping
down beer and chewing on pizza as they watch the game.
The pizza is gone, and the boys are on their third beer. It's halftime
break. Billy stretches with his sexy bulge outlined more noticeably.
"Thanks guys for asking me to stay. This is nice." He places one hand on
Dave's thigh and squeezes it to show his appreciation. Perhaps also to
carry on with what transpired during the bike ride?
"I have to say," Dave comments, "the German players are definitely hot
boys. I bet they are hung, too."
Pete feels he must respond to that. "What has soccer have to do with dick
sizes?" he asks.
"The way I figure it," Dave explains, "what with all the exercising and the
kicking and the running, their dicks must be getting a lot of stretching."
Neither Pete nor Billy is convinced with this explanation, but Billy's
bulge has grown bigger, his dick elongating down his thigh. Dave is
blushing red. He knows that his dick is not that impressive, but Pete's
must be.
An idea strikes Billy: "Maybe you are right," he says to Dave. "But you
need to get your theory proven before you can state it as true."
Pete realizes that Billy is drawing Dave out. Has something happened during
the beer run? Were there any advances between Billy and Dave?
Billy adds, "Since you guys are soccer players, are you ready to help me
out with finding the proof to Dave's theory?"
Dave stands up and pulls down his jeans and underwear. His dick is
ridiculously small. "My theory doesn't hold water." He might as well get it
over with. He knows that his cock size is nowhere near impressive, but if
anything were to develop with Billy, Billy should know what to expect.
Billy hesitates, but only for one short moment before he pulls down his
jeans. Pete's earlier impression that Billy is free-balling proves
true. Billy's semi-erect penis looks nice, but not as impressive as Pete
has thought it would be.
"You can't tell dick size when the penis is soft," Billy says, stroking his
cock slowly. He reaches and grabs Dave's limp cock and strokes it in sync
with his. Dave erects. The two boys stand cock to cock, and to Pete's
surprise, Billy's cock is way bigger than Dave's now that both are hard.
"Well, well," Billy says. "I'm not a soccer player, Dave. But I'm sure you
appreciate what I've got."
They both look at Pete, who is still sitting on the couch, watching. He
can't believe this is happening.
His own cousin, Dave, is standing there so hot and desirable with his
erection standing out, and the other guy, very hot and sexy as well
stroking his dick right next to him, bodies almost touching.
What the fuck, he finally decides and stands up facing the other two
boys. He undoes his jeans and pulls them down along with his boxers. His
monster cock pops out, bigger than the other two even when semi-erect. Dave
is smiling since he has seen Pete's huge cock before, but Billy's eyes
widen with amazement.
"Fuck," Billy exclaims. "Is that a horse dick?"
"It's not even erect," Dave comments, proud of his hung cousin.
Billy moves closer and tentatively wraps his hands around Pete's dick. Pete
starts to harden, and his penis keeps getting bigger as Billy strokes it.
"Man, fuck, this dong is double the size of our dicks. Fuck, it's huge."
"See what soccer does to dicks, Billy?" Pete jokes, smug with his huge cock
now fully erect and standing vertically majestic as Billy lets go of it and
gazes at it with wide eyes.
Dave is thinking: Billy seems mesmerized by Pete's cock. That's definitely
what he has been hoping, is it? He wants Billy for himself.
"Soccer dicks need to be sucked when they get hard, Billy," Pete adds, his
cock throbbing.
Without any words, Billy bends over and takes Pete's cock between his lips.
Dave is stroking his erection and watching with astonishment at the
development of events. He reaches out for Billy's fuzzy butt and rubs his
hand all over the cheeks. Billy is trying his best to swallow as much of
Pete's cock shaft as he can, but all he can take is just a few centimeters
below the cock ridge. Pete has arched his back and is trying to push more
cock into Billy's mouth, his hands on his hips.
Billy gags and pulls off, standing up and panting, with spit slobbered
around his lips.
"Oh, man, this is huge."
Dave immediately takes advantage of the moment and grabs Billy's hard
dick. Billy turns around to him and kisses him as he also grabs Dave's
cock. They stroke each other, standing up, kissing. Pete moves behind his
cousin and rubs his cock on Dave's butt. Pete really wants Dave, not the
pizza boy, as hot as Billy is.
Dave is moaning loudly, his mouth totally covered by Billy's lips.
The scene continues for a while. The boys realize that they don't care
about the soccer game, which has just started after halftime, anymore. All
they want is each other's body. Lips are glued, tongues entwined, cocks
grinding on butts, hands squeezing nipples, stroking erections. The three
boys are not holding back. It's a tangle of naked, young, horny body parts.
They break apart after a while.
"Wow," says Billy. "You're a couple of horny fuckers, man."
Pete is still behind Dave. This is the moment he has waited so long
for. Dave may be sweet on Billy, but Pete is not going to pass the
opportunity of doing his cousin. Billy moves forward and embraces Dave as
Pete slips his cock inside Dave's crack, sandwiching him. Applying spit
into Dave's hot hole and his own cock, Pete pushes in. Dave cries out and
moves away pushing Pete back.
"What the fuck are you doing, Pete?" he cries.
Billy covers Dave's mouth with his, shutting him up, reaches over, and
grabs Pete's cock, pulling it back onto Dave's ass. Dave is totally taken
by Billy's kissing that he stops his resistance to Pete. Pete pushes. Dave
tries to move away because of the sudden pain, but Billy is holding him
tight, kissing his mouth and grinding his hard dick on Dave's crotch.
Pete holds Dave's hips tight and enters him. Dave is whimpering with the
pain but held so tightly by Billy that he can't move except to push back on
Pete. Pete's cock slides into his cousin with difficulty, but he soon
starts fucking him. It only takes seven or eight thrusts for Pete to empty
his nuts inside the whimpering Dave. He squirts deep and strong. He feels
like his own life form is spilling out of his throbbing cock into his hot
cousin. Finally, spent, he pulls out. Dave manages to break away from Billy
and slumps on the couch shaking uncntrollably.
"Fuck, Pete, you hurt me. Oh, my god, my ass is split and burning. Fuck,
you dumped your load inside me."
As Dave is protesting, Billy gets on his knees, raises Dave's butt, and
rims his ass, now leaking Pete's cum out. He tastes the cum and tongues
Dave's sore ass more. Raising himself, holding onto Dave's ankles, lifting
them up and placing them on his shoulders, Billy enters Dave's already
lubricated hole.
Dave whines and moans, but now with pleasure as his hole sucks Billy's cock
deep into him. Pete is ready to go again. He straddles Dave's face and
feeds him his cock. Billy pounds hard and explodes as Pete is ready to
unload again down his cousin's throat. When Billy pulls his dripping cock
out of Dave's ass, he bends over and takes Dave's small but hard cock in
his mouth and starts to suck him. Dave and Pete shoot at the same
time. Billy swallows semen. Dave swallows semen. Pete squirts and squirts
and squirts.
The three boys are lying side by side on the carpet, exhausted, panting,
naked, with limp, glistening dicks.
"Some soccer game, this was, boys," Billy laughs, slapping Dave's
thigh. "You're a hot fuck, Dave."
"Billy," Dave mumbles. "You are the hot fuck, baby. And Pete, you little
fucker, next time you want to bury that monster of yours inside me, you
better use tons of lube. I won't be able to walk straight for weeks."
"You'll walk, all right," Pete says, "and I'll fuck you and suck you over
and over."
"Hey," Billy protests. "What about me? Huh?"
Both Dave and Pete climb on Billy and cover him with kissing and grinding.
"You'll be inside our sandwich," Pete tells him, starting to get hard
again. "Just deliver the pizza, and we'll do the rest."